[Jake]

[i]Fifth floor. Almost there.[/i] Pausing at the fifth floor landing to catch my breath a bit, I look out the window towards the palace. While he'd been climbing, it would seem that more of the representatives for other factions had arrived and were already heading inside while their transportation pulled way from the palace to be parked in their respective holdings;parking lots, hangars, airstrips, things like that. Sighing as the last of a pair of black clad people went inside the palace, I take the last two flights of stairs to the sixth floor and open the door to the balcony I would be set up on.

As I step out, I pull my plasma rifle over my shoulder and hit the form change switch, resulting in the barrel elongating by a couple extra inches and a scope rising out from a hidden compartment within the main body of the weapon, locking into place and then lengthening as well. Pulling a chair from a nearby table, I sit down at the railing and place the rifle on top of it. Looking down the scope, I look at the front entrance through the crosshairs, watching three black suits of power armor with a red...was that a tie?

I chuckle as I note the red tie painted onto the black suits of power armor and shake my head. Their visors were interesting as well, but I had to wonder how those images made it past any kind of official inspection for...something. I didn't know what, but I didn't dwell on it, instead continuing my inspection of everything and everyone else. The Autobots were sticking to their routes and moving in pairs mostly. Fliers seemed to be in decent patterns. The only thing that worried me was how quickly these currently peaceful patrollers would turn on each other if things went poorly.

"Bah," I mutter, "don't need to dwell on that."